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Power Imbalance (B.E.)

not my work.

converted

og: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42064758/chapters/106258917

"Miss Y/L/N," you look up when you hear a woman say your name, a soft smile gracing her lips, "Miss O'connell would like to see you in her office."

Fear ran through your body at the sympathetic look the woman gave you afterwards, your mind running a million miles an hour as you tried to figure out why your boss would want to see you in her office. When the woman turned and walked a few steps, looking over her shoulder at you expectantly making your eyes widen.

"N-now?" you stuttered out, not ready to face one of the most intimidating woman you've ever seen, especially when all your brain can think about is her firing you.

"Yes Miss Y/L/N, now," there's a slight smile tugging at her lips, "I'd hurry if I were you, she doesn't like to wait." Papers go flying off your desk as you scramble out of your seat to catch up with the woman, following her confident stride with anxiety coursing through you.

Once you reach the door with a sign saying Miss O'connell, you take in a deep breath before turning to the woman for some support only to find her gone. Nervously, your knuckle raps against the door as you wait for a response, a professional 'come in' muffled by the door.

"Take a seat Miss Y/L/N," she says to you without even looking away from her paperwork, fingers swiftly flicking through the pages before closing the file and turning her attention to you. You listen to her, an apology and mini speech ready in your mind in case she does fire you as you sit in the surprisingly comfortable seat.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you in here?" Her tone is full of professionalism as she addresses you, her posture amazing as you try and not focus on the suit she's wearing and how amazing she looks in it.

"Yes Miss O'connell," you manage out, feeling small under her intense gaze, a blush tinting your cheeks.

"Well, we're here to discuss your work here at Blohsh so far and what you have done," your mind dreads what's to come, you thinking you have horribly messed up all the paperwork you have done for the company so far. "Can you tell me when you handed in the completed file regarding the machinery issue we had two weeks back?"

"Uh," you search for the answer in your brain, taking a moment to remember fully what happened. You remembered staying after your shift had finished to complete the case file, being the last worker in the building to make sure you had it done a few days prior to the deadline. "I handed it in on the 5th, the deadline being the 10th," you watch her reaction closely but to no avail as her face remains strictly professional.

"The new design plan files?"

"Handed in on the 11th but it was re-evaluated on the 12th, so um the 14th would be when it was handed in, the deadline being the 20th." Your hands play with each other, a nervous habit you could never escape.

"Are you aware that the 11th and 12th was a weekend?"

"Yes?"

"Ok," her fingers open the file once more, eyes scanning over the information present, "And what about the company's income and revenue papers?"

"Completed by the 25th, the deadline being the 30th," she asks you many more questions regarding other cases you completed, your nerves building after every question.

"Are you also aware that you managed to complete eight top priority issues within two months when it would have taken others at least three to four?" Your mouth parted at her words, your brows furrowing in confusion.